We got in the car and he drove to the store. Once we got there I grabbed a cart and stood, as though ready for action, at the front of the store.
Him: So… are you going to get something?
I laughed. Me: I’m thinking.
Him: So do you always cook your own dinner?
Me: Yes, but I need to decide what it is first which is easiest done when there is silence.
I gave him a teasing glare.
Him: Italian?
Me (Laughing): Your refusing to get it aren’t you?
Him (smiling): Yes.
Me: Perhaps…
Him: Spaghetti?
I crinkled my nose. Me: Ew.
Him(shocked):What? You don’t like spaghetti?
Me: I hate tomatoes.
He shook his head, disbelieving.
Me: How about Chicken Alfredo? That’s Italian.
Him (muttering): Spaghetti’s better.
Me: Good thing you aren’t eating with me then.
I saw his face fall a bit. So I added: Unless you wanted to
He smiled. Him: Sure.
You know those scenes in the movies where the guy and the girl go shopping and laugh a lot and try on weird clothes? Shopping for dinner with Drew was just like that.